*Warning* This chapter contains a couple minor swear words.
Credits: A big thanks goes out to LateKnightSimmer for letting me borrow their Sim Maximus Zenteri for this story. He makes his debut in this chapter. 🙂
I slammed the door to my old dodge charger and let out an annoyed sigh, my breath crystallizing as it hit the cold air.
Another soul sucking day at the office, I thought stomping my combat boots through the deep snow that had drifted up onto the front steps.
I was a computer analyst for a software company downtown. I was the one in charge of making sure the security system was top-notch and could not be breached by hackers, like myself. I hated my job, it was too easy, and I sat in a cubicle all day being ignored by my co-workers who would stare at me with disdain. I was the only one who showed up to work in distressed jeans and combat boots. But I was in IT not customer service, so why did they give a shit what I wore to work? As much as I hated my job, it paid the bills, just barely.
“Hey Max.” I waved at my roommate, and best friend Max Zenteri. I was a pretty private person, and Max was great about not being up my ass constantly, plus he paid his half of the rent on time, and his half of the utilities without fail.
This old Victorian style house used to be my grandmothers. When she passed away, it became my mothers. Instead of fixing it up and selling it, like my uncle Aaron had wanted to, my mom decided to rent it to me. It was way too much house for just one single guy like myself, which is why I asked Max to move in, and my cousin Cordelia, who stayed here when she was on break from University.
“Hey man.” Max said his eyes never leaving the TV.
Max was a promoter for a local downtown night club. He was in charge of going out and finding pretty young girls to fill the club. He got paid commission, but Max was a natural charmer, and had a way with the ladies! They would follow him anywhere, and when Max was the promoter, the club was always full! He was also trying his hand at acting. A few minor roles were under his belt, mostly B rated horror movies where he had cheesy one liners, but as Max would say “You have to start somewhere!”
I flopped down on the other couch and closed my eyes. I was exhausted, and it wasn’t physical exhaustion. This was mental exhaustion!
I ran my hand through my longish dark hair that my mom was always begging for me to get cut. I could almost hear her say “You look like a vagrant Cole, when are you going to get a haircut?” As the oldest of the Gallagher children, and the only son, I felt that there was so much focus on me to see me succeed. Dru, and Demi were both students at Morreaux local College, and Emelia had been accepted to Sim State University to study veterinary Medicine, I was the only Gallagher child not college bound and it made me feel like a loser in a family of over achievers.
“Got any plans tonight Cole?” Max asked me as we dug into our salads. We ate a lot of salad. It was cheap, and neither of us were any good at cooking.
“Does watching the back of my eyelids count?” I asked.
“Its friday night” Max laughed. “You can sleep when you are dead!”
“After the boring day I had today at work, I feel dead.” I said seriously.
“When are you going to quit that IT job, you are always bitching about it, time to move on man.” Max said around a mouthful of salad. I heard the front door open and I could hear Cordelia’s heals clicking on the hardwood floors.
“Hey guys.” She said smiling.
“Hey beautiful.” Max said turning all his focus to my pretty dark-haired cousin. Cordelia blushed
“You’re hopeless Max.” She said laughing, she was used to his shameless flirting.
“Hey Cordy. How was work?” I asked. I was only slightly jealous when I watched a huge grin spread across her face.
“Wonderful!” She said grinning widely, her brown eyes lit up.
Cordelia was home from Sim State University where she was studying Pre-Law. I was happy for my cousin, all through school she had stellar grades, and we had been close since then. I was proud to see her succeeding, even though I would never admit I was a little jealous of her success.
“What about you Cole?” Cordelia asked. “Got any plans for the weekend?”
“No, not really, but we’ll see.” I shrugged.
“Well Snowflake day is in a couple of days.” She said. “Have you done all your shopping yet?”
“Haven’t even started yet.” I said truthfully. I hated shopping with a passion.
“Want me to add your name to the gifts I got?” She asked.
“Please.” I said hopefully, feeling like a shmuck, but I was broke, and besides, I had no idea what to buy anyways. Cordelia was much better at that sort of stuff!
Finishing up my dinner quickly I hurried upstairs for some alone time. Max and Cordelia were great roommates, but being around them all the time could be exhausting!
First, I took a nice long hot shower, It went a long ways as to making me feel better. I felt the days stress sluice off my body and go down the drain with the water. After I dried myself off and redressed I sat at my computer.
My system was expensive and top-notch, and a nice game of Call of Duty would help me put the world to rights!
I was trolling the forums later when Max came up behind me.
“There is a party starting across the street. Want to go check it out?” He asked his green eyes full of eagerness.
I shrugged, I really wasn’t in a partying sort of mood, but I also wasn’t in the mood to stare at my computer monitor either. “Sure.” I agreed.
“I saw a couple of lookers head in, so it looks like it should be a fun time.”
I laughed, Max would be in his element anywhere, as long as the woman were gorgeous!
I styled my hair, or tried too at least, but it was thick and just did what it wanted too, despite my attempts at style. Maybe I do need a hair cut, I thought as Max and I headed inside.
As we walked up the porch steps, I could hear voices inside, and the pounding of techno music, which I hated. I was more a rock and roll kind of guy.
I smiled politely at all the people I didn’t know, trying to be social, but feeling a little out of my element. I wasn’t anti social exactly, but I definitely wasn’t the life of the party either, unlike Max who had found a girl he knew, and were busy grinding against each other on the dance floor.
From my vantage point on the couch I people watched. It was funny how every party you went too people were all the same. Girls in too tight clothing and short skirts trying hard to get attention. Call me old-fashioned, but I think skirts should be longer then your vagina, I thought.
The girl in green winked at me and licked her lips. I smiled politely and looked away not really digging her vibe.
It was too hot indoors, stifling actually, and the girl in green was relentless in her quest to get my attention. She stared at me with heat in her eyes. She reminded me of a cat in heat, the only thing she could have done more was scoot her butt along the floor and start yowling. I excused myself quickly and stepped out onto the front porch to get some fresh air, hoping she wouldn’t follow.
“Please stop Randall.” I heard a tearful female voice say.
I looked down and saw a pretty blond girl down in the snow with a guy, presumingly Randall, standing over her threateningly. I clenched my fists, feeling my blood start to boil.
“What the hell is going on here!” I yelled stepping down off the porch.
The cute little blond look frightened. Her gold hair shimmered in the streetlights.
“Mind your own business dude.” Randall said taking a step forward and getting up in my face.
I pushed him back, “Dude.” I mocked him. “You just made this my business.” I narrowed my eyes, I could be scary when I tried.
“Look dude, I don’t want any trouble.” Randall said. “My girl here smiled at another guy inside at the party and she has to be shown her place!”
“I don’t know where you are from, but where I come from, a lady can smile at anybody she wants too!” I said hotly feeling my face flush.
Randall went to punch me, but I side stepped him quickly and brought my knee up catching him in the stomach hard enough to make him grunt. I wasn’t a violent person, and for the most part was pretty passive. But if there was one thing I couldn’t take, it was douchebags like this guy treating a woman like she was his possession! If anything, growing up with sisters, and seeing what my mother went through with my father had shown me how to treat a woman!
“Whatever man.” Randall said, and turned around and slunk away with his metaphoric tail between his legs.
Immediately, the blond girl burst into tears, sobbing standing up to her ankles in the snow. I stood there frozen, feeling useless. I wasn’t good with tears.
“Are you ok?” I asked reaching out to touch her shoulder gently. She looked up and sniffled, her pretty violet eyes looking at me gratefully.
“Yeah.” She whispered. “Thanks a lot.” She wiped a tear from her cheek. “I’m so sorry about that.” She apologized.
“Please don’t apologize.” My heart going out to her.
I resisted the urge to tuck a stray strand of blond hair that behind her ear that had fallen across her face. She was so pretty, and so fragile, she reminded me of a little bird. I felt my heart thud in my chest.
I started to take off my coat so she could be warm, but she had already turned around and began walking away.
“Can I drive you?” I called out.
She turned around and smiled. “I’m good. My friend lives close. See you around.” Then she disappeared into the night. Leaving me standing there alone in the snow.
Instead of going back inside the party I turned and walked home. Max would be annoyed that I left him there alone, but it would be more woman for him, and besides, I didn’t want the girl in green to make her move. I would have to shoot her down, which would most likely insult her. I had been on many the receiving ends of what I called “The Bitch face look.” And never wanted to be on the receiving end of one again.
I hoped the pretty blond made it back ok. I felt like a chump for not going after her. I didn’t even get her name!
The house was silent, and I was grateful. I took another hot shower and hopped on my bed lost in thought.
She had such pretty hair, I thought. I loved the way the streetlights turned it to molten gold. I had never seen a pair of eyes that shade of violet before. They had to be contacts, For the millionth time it seemed, I had wished I had gotten a name…Would I ever see her again?
I jumped up from bed feeling anxious and fidgety. I logged on to my Facebook page, and began systematically going through all my friends pages, to see if any of them were friends with the mysterious blond.
Nothing. If only I had a name to help narrow down the search. Even just a first name would have been great! Either she didn’t know anyone I knew, or she didn’t have a facebook account.
I sighed looking at my bedroom clock. It was 2 AM.
I felt my phone beep in my pocket. A text from Max. I answered, my fingers quickly typing in the message. I hit send. I didn’t get in to what happened outside or the specifics of why I left. If anyone would know who the mysterious blond girl was, it would be Max, who seemed to know everyone in this city!
The phone beeped a second later.
“My grandpa has more game then you.” It said simply. I laughed and shut off my phone.
I shut off the lights and closed my eyes. My thoughts still on the mysterious Blond. I couldn’t explain why I was so obsessed with knowing her name and finding her. I knew lots of pretty girls, but there was something about this pretty girl that was special. Something that made me have to know her name…